The old Sang's words fell and caused a greater stir than Berry's words among those present here. Who was Sang? Even the old patriarch had to give him a face and show special treatment to him.
He was the guardian of the academy's arsenal, the man who provided the very weapons the Long clan used to maintain their prestige. If Sang claimed a porter was an "honourable disciple," the social order of the academy hadn't just been nudged; it had been upended.
"Uncle, have you met him?" Berry's face couldn't help but brighten up when she heard the words Sang said. The heavy weight of worry that had been crushing her chest since she woke up to find those "wanted" posters began to lift.
"I wasn't the one to meet him, but he is safe and will always be," the old Sang felt the honest concern of Berry towards William, so he answered her question without holding back. He could see that the girl's attachment to this porter was deep and genuine.
